Speaking of food babies... I feel a little like Phoebe from friends when she tells Joey "The Baby Wants Meat!" I made a pot roast for dinner a couple of days ago and it was slow cooking for a while (also because if I take it out and let it get cold I'll see the nasty fat congeal and most likely loose my protein shake)... but anyway, I made a roast thinking Danny would be so stoked red meat graced our house for the 1st time this year (I don't think that's an overstatement)... and last night I was totally craving -- not only the flavor -- but I actually had like 5 bites of the thing. Which may not sound like much, but for a gal that gave up hamburgers at 12 and spent part of her collegiate (and post collegiate) years as a vegan/vegetarian, it's a pretty significant step.
I want our baby to eat meat... I mean, hormone free and organic beef is obviously preferable, but I'd like him to "eat meat sparingly." I picky enough for this entire family. I hope he takes after his father on this one. I can deal with it if the kid's only real aversion is celery (yeah, Danny doesn't dig it. Who doesn't dig celery? It's practically a non-food, right?)
Anyway, as far as the food's concerned: whatever baby wants, baby gets. As long as it's not fried chicken.
Namaste. I think I'll head to the yoga studio and get in an hour of "observation" time. Just 6 hours to go and I'll be certified!
*Yep, it's a boy. Read the previous post for a few more details on the little guy.